i am sick.
i've been trying to deny it for the last few days,
even used the old scientoligist "sickness isn't even real" bit.
but i am sick.
it is not a conveniant time.
i was totally planning on spiting my english teacher with a really well written paper tomorrow.
i hate my english teacher.
i want to make her cry.
i was going to do it through biting satire; double spaced, and in mla format.
instead, i am sick.
and my head won't work.
and i will probably end up missing class tomorrow.
and ms. coleman will win yet another battle.
but as someone we never heard of said after losing what could have been a great, world-changing victory: "i'm beat, man. let's just give up."
the only thing that i am going to write tonight is an e-mail explaining why i won't be in class.
i hope for the best,
but i am sure that even in that,
she will find a spelling error.
7:12 p.m. - 2007-02-20
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